Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops And Closed Caskets

Word it's all we got left
Teardrops and closed
it up fool, hey nigga
Tell me how you feel

It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it
The whole on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary bound
Now young Trigga
Since birth, set on gettin' bigger
Just another wild ass
But he was fiendin' for Precious,
But was a ghetto girl
Couldn't be no sex without that Lexus

But lil' Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his
Seein' visions of people smokin' and catchin' vapors
Got his man from the corner, we'll call him 'Lil Mo
Been in so many reform schools, had to let him go
where the plot thickens
They got a plot to make a profit with they spittin'
They call the squad, blocks with they guns blowin'
Somebody's die tonight

Still no one's knowin', so they kept
dealers comin' out they cars, will they survive?
Two semi automatic nines, them niggaz
Plus nobody in the hood cries, it's like they
To death and wish they die, so peep the lesson
But wait a back to Precious
She's snortin' dope in the backseat of Lexus
Teardrops and closed

I forever be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Teardrops and caskets)
Will I be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)

Don't let these ghetto streets get you,
Was the victim, a dime to a nickel
Hopin' God's blessings stick ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin'
Familiar face, but a man now, it's Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the
Down for his homies, always the first to bullets
All he was to be a thug

Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in
Here's where it ya
Now Precious is pregnant, lil' is happy
He wants to marry her now, not knowin' he ain't the
But precious was lonely while Trigga was makin' dough
slippin' in secret places and gettin' with Lil' Mo
The neighborhood's buzzin', now people are
Lil' Trigga's pictures of the both of 'em walkin'

in hand, couldn't understand
How his baby's mama disappear
With another man and his friend
Now dangerous, and if you don't believe me
Then watch the way this story ends, and maybe you'll see
There ain't no or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin'
Just the smoke from the cap, a man with no feelings
and closed caskets

Will I forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Bury you and look ahead)
(A man no feelings)
(Teardrops and caskets)
Will I forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)
(That's all we got left, all)

Now with the problems of poverty, and the to these tales
How many will die? How many will live to tell?
Although best friends before, Lil' and Mo
They in an all out war, over a fiend ain't know
Behind the curtains, their privacy, lust is already down
The results is the same with different names and it out
Y'all how it is, same old thing in the same old town
Trigg got his nose wide open on this one trick, now he's played out
Think it's Lil' Mo, was plottin' on gettin' bigger
Precious was his way to put his on Lil' Trigga

All the while let's at Precious
Too dumb to see what's down, too doped up to ask questions
Used to be comrades, but now we blast on
What could be so
God, we last tonight?
From misdemeanors to felonies, small to sellin' ki's
I can't believe the shit they me
They open fire, three bodies drop, so the cops
Precious, Mo and Trigg
Teardrops and closed

Will I be alone?
(Aiy QBIII in motherfucker)
(Teardrops and caskets)
(We dedicate this to all the comrades, that's right)
(All the homies that make it to see this day)
(Rest in peace)
I forever be alone?
(Ya knahmean? I know it's out there)
(With teardrops and caskets)

(It's that's all we got to look forward to these days)
(Murders, dyin', funerals)
I forever be alone?
(Shit, it's like I ain't gonna another suit, homey
I ran out of tears)
(We gon' have to do y'all)
(We gon' to do somethin')
I forever be alone?
('Cause I know all these mothers is of seein' the same thing)
(Rest in peace)
(Teardrops and caskets)

(I send out to M'thulu Geronimo)
(And to, all the comrades, all the soldiers)
Will I forever be
(To the homie Boonie, rest in nigga)
(All the that fell, all the homies)
(May God your families)
(May you always in the motherfuckin' heart)
I forever be alone?
(In a thug heart forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in nigga)

May your be deceased, dead on the streets
We can't peace 'til the niggaz get a piece